Computer Crazies
By Mxxkie
My computer has a virus,
My son called it “diseased”.
So I took it to the doctor’s,
He wasn’t all that pleased.
So I brought it to the pharmacy,
In hope to get some medicine.
They called me insane, security came
I had no choice but to jettison.
So back home I went,
Maybe hot soup would do it good.
But when presented with the bowl
It didn’t try any, I insisted it should.
Warm milk and comic books
Always cheered me up as a kid.
So I presented them, to no avail,
No matter how many times I bid.
Running out of options, I think
My computer’s just lazy.
When I told my son what I had done,
He only called me crazy.
(Thanks for the read! A funnier poem since most of mine are more serious.)
By Mxxkie
My computer has a virus,
My son called it “diseased”.
So I took it to the doctor’s,
He wasn’t all that pleased.
So I brought it to the pharmacy,
In hope to get some medicine.
They called me insane, security came
I had no choice but to jettison.
So back home I went,
Maybe hot soup would do it good.
But when presented with the bowl
It didn’t try any, I insisted it should.
Warm milk and comic books
Always cheered me up as a kid.
So I presented them, to no avail,
No matter how many times I bid.
Running out of options, I think
My computer’s just lazy.
When I told my son what I had done,
He only called me crazy.
(Thanks for the read! A funnier poem since most of mine are more serious.)
